I could use this post to talk about the growing number of people who see the Queen and our connections to “Mother England” as becoming increasingly irrelevant. But you’ll probably be bombarded with enough of this in the local papers today, so I’ll skip it and move on to something a bit different.
I imagine that it pretty much sucks to be a celebrity. “Sucks” is a technical word meaning “I wouldn’t want the job”. Celebrities in our modern, Western culture, seem to me to be fantastic cautionary tales. We, as a society, seem to attach ourselves to them as a pet dog does to a chew toy. Then, after we’ve shaken them about, chewed on them and spat them back out, we move on to the next chewable option to repeat the cycle.
Take Britney Spears – The Dumb Ox wrote a great post last year talking about the trouble she was in and the state of our culture that we can produce someone like her. Things haven’t got any better for poor Britney as she has lost custody of her kids, her career has almost disappeared, she’s been in and out of rehab and had multiple run-ins with the law…pretty sad reading for a 26-year old!
And yet our morbid fascination with the product our society has created generates 92,900,000 results on Google when you search for her name.
What has this got to do with the Queen? Well, I’m sad to say, it seems that the British monarchy is seen by most as simply another set of celebrities – better spoken and more conservatively dressed than Ms.Spears (mostly), but celebrities nonetheless. We (collectively) see them not as leaders, but as curiosities. They can’t go on holiday or out for dinner or for a walk in the park without a pack of photographers following them and taking photos…which we (as a society) seem to gobble up like so many doggie-treats!
What is wrong with us? Why do we do this to this small group of…well…us? I mean, these people are just people after all. Shouldn’t they be entitled to a bit of peace and quiet and, dare I say it, privacy?
Do you ever get the feeling that some people are desperately trying to cram whatever celebrity they can into that God-shaped void in their lives? Worshipping them in place of He who should be worshipped?
So, Happy Birthday Your Majesty – I hope you have a nice quiet day (or had, back in April), and that the year ahead is a boring, uneventful and somewhat peaceful one. And I hope that by the time your son or grandson is King, we have moved on from our chew-toy fascination to something with a bit more…substance.